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This is just part of the whole chapter I wrote, but i wanted to post something since it's been so long. It's mostly actions and not emotional or deep talk, just something to move the plot forward. please tell me what you think of it!

WARNING: there's a 'rape' scene. It isn't detailed at all but it is overstated, so yeah.

He didn't utter another word after he gave her the windbreaker and told her that they where going outside.

She silently followed him, eager to breath the sea air. A few more minutes inside and she'd be having a meltdown. she wondered if he was feeling the same. It wasn't long till they reached a tall wall of glass making possible for Seras to see the outside world: the last daylight rays painted the sky of red and pink hues, while dark clouds gathered above them. The open, vast and dark sea in perfect contrast with the sunset.

It took her a few moments to come back to reality and realize that Hans was waiting for her. Holding the door open, waiting for her to go out first. She looked between the door and Hans, feeling suspicious about his intentions. But almost immediately she concluded that if he wanted to hurt her, he would have done so in the privacy of the room.

Once outside she scanned her surroundings, and for the exception of a few workers, the deck was completely deserted. She guessed the cold wind and the growing grey clouds where to blame.

A strong waft of wind ruffled her already messy hair, reminding her that now that she was alive she could feel the changes in closed her jacket with her right hand, while the other moved to take a few strands of hair out of her face.

But she stopped mid action when she felt the warmth of the sun on the skin of her raised hand. She observed it for several moments, discovering that it no longer hurt her or made her feel weak.

A small smile crept to her lips and her eyes traveled through the horizon as she enjoyed the glow of the sun. it felt like it had been years, when in reality it had been just a couple of months since the sun had touched her skin with its delightful warm.

Hans couldn't help but stare at the spectacle that was unraveling in front of him. The thin ring of red that still remained from her vampiric nature appeared to move around the yellow irises. Giving the illusion that the sunset was in her eyes and not out there in the sky.

But then she moved out of the light, going the opposite way. Before she could take another step he took her by the arm, calmly but with a firm grip. She craned her neck, facing him with a frustrated look.

'I just want to see over the railing.' she pointed out irritably.

He hesitated for a long moment. It wasn't a good idea to let her so near the railings where she could try and jump out of the ship... but he crossed that thought, since she was still half vampire and vampires could not swim. He said nothing and instead walked towards the place Seras had pointed to, his large hand still on her arm. Anyway, if she tried anything he was more than capable to stop her.

Seras tried to tug her arm back halfheartedly but he did not relent, so she calmly walked besides him towards the end of the ship, put her hands on the railing and leaned out to see the dark swirling waters. This made him tense but he didn't tug her away. he realized that she was only observing the deep waters curiously, trying to see beyond the darkness. He let her arm go but remained close,a bit to close for Seras comfort.

After a while both of them lost interest in the sea and walked aimlessly around the deck, looking at everything and anything, enjoying the chill air and only stopping their stroll to read a map of the whole ship that was in one of the walls.

"How much longer until we arrive?..." Seras asked quietly after a while of staring blankly at the map.

Hans observed her from the corner of his eyes, remembering that in a few days her freedom will be no longer…

"Three days." He responded, emotionless as ever. He noticed how the small joy that had appeared in her eyes when she was looking at the sunset, only a few minutes ago, vanished completely.

Seras sighed profoundly and frowned, turning around to once again gaze at the setting sun. It was twilight already.

Rain began to fall and the wind blew harder, Hans could smell the storm that approached. He couldn't tell with exactitude the magnitudes of it, but he was sure it wouldn't be just light rain.

Seras clenched her fist and hesitated for a few moments, it seemed like she wanted to say something.

"Hans." An almost imperceptible shiver ran through her body, Hans could smell fear and nervousness radiating of her. Before he could decipher her intentions Seras took a step towards him and kissed him.

He stood completely still for less than a second, feeling her smaller and inexperienced lips on his. Hundreds of things passed through his mind but nothing solid enough to call it even a fleeting thought.

When he felt a small pair of hands slowly touching his chest, Hans had no other option but to close his eyes and enjoy the moment.

She clearly had no experience kissing and Hans took advantage of this, taking the lead and deepening the kiss by introducing his tongue in her mouth. He felt her tense for a few seconds and how she tried halfheartedly to put some distance between them, but Hans took her by the waist and pressed her to him.

He didn't know how much time they stood in there, kissing, but soon he felt Seras hands moving with intention towards the lower part of his torso. Her hands touched him over his clothes, but to him it felt as vividly as if there was nothing between them. Soon her hands found the hem of his trousers and her fingers traveled in a provocative manner around his hips, Hans shivered violently from this action. His hands moved towards her head and he kissed her more fervently

But the moment was broken when someone behind them cleared their throat, this time making Seras to push him with a lot great of force. Hans clenched his fist and barely stopped from growling out loud.

He slowly turned around, trying to calm his impulse to bite the head of this moment their eyes met the crew man shrunk onto himself, seeing the danger in the eyes of the taller man.

"Uh- umm-" The young man stumbled with his own words for a second. "S-sir, a s-storm is c-coming- could you p-please-" he gulped the knot in his throat. "…return inside?" He ended in a small voice.

Hans only regarded him with a narrow of his cold eyes.

He turned his head towards Seras, noticing a small cut (that was already healing) on Seras lower lip but said nothing.

"Move."

She was visibly irritated by his commanding tone, frowning deeply and clenching her fists in clear frustration.

But none the less complied, taking the lead and briskly walking past Hans and the scared lad. Hans gave a last glare at the crewman before continuing his path.

In the distance ,both heard the loud rumble of thunder, making Seras jump in surprise and Hans to quicken his pace. The rain, which had begun lightly, now fell in fat droplets and in obscene amounts, soaking them from head to toe. The wind picked up speed, attacking the giant boat and making it wobble as if made of paper. Hans stepped forward while taking her arm, forcing her to walk faster.

The very moment they stepped inside, the boat shook violently. The waves beat against the walls, one after the other, stronger than the last.

"What's going on?" Seras was quick to push her body against the nearest wall, trying to maintain her balance. What at first she believed was the coolness of her drenched clothes settling on her bones, was nothing more than fear. The whole ship moved to much, it was her first time on a boat this big, they where in the middle of the ocean. Panic was quickly taking over her.

Hans did not respond. His attention was caught by the creaking of the metals walls and the howling of the wind. In the distance, he could hear several men discussing the severity of the storm...

No. not a storm. A hurricane.

Hans wasted no time and once more took Seras by the arm, dragging her through the corridor.
However, the constant and violent rocking of the boat made it an almost impossible task to advance more than a few steps. They stumbled over each other, Seras trying to hold onto him and Hans trying to maintain his balance by putting a hand on the wall.
The chaos was immediate, and from the hallway Hans could hear the yells of surprise and see people trying to hold on to anything to avoid being dragged back and forth.

After a while the whole ordeal seemed to lose force, the rain kept falling restlessly, but the wind lessened and the ship erratic movement lessened to a moderate pace.
There were a few seconds of calm, where the ship returned to its normal position. But the sudden chill that swept through both supernatural creatures warned that something worse was coming.

Even with their inhuman speed they had no time for anything. A huge wave hit against the boat, almost completely overturning the cruise ship.

Hans let go of Seras and they both where thrown away by the force of the hit.

He fell head first and for a few seconds his vision became blurry. The boat kept moving back and forth and none of them could get back to their feet. Hans turned to where Seras had landed, about to ask her if she was hurt, when another sudden lurch threw them to the opposite side of the hallway.

That's when Hans realized that something have fallen off of Seras, and in closer inspection discovered that it was a gun. His gun.

Seras too realized that the gun had fallen of the hiding spot in her jacket, she gasped and turned her eyes back to Hans (who was still sprawled over the floor), with disbelief he pushed his coat out of the way and saw that the holster attached to his side was in fact empty.

Seeing the sudden realization and then rage in his eyes, Seras wasted no time and reached for the gun. The planning had taken her but the few minutes they spent outside. And said plan wasn't a genius one. The first step was to steal his gun... the next step was yet to be planned out. But having a gun would surely help against the werewolf, for she knew the gun had special ammunition made of silver, just like master and her own gun had. But now there was no time for scheming, her trickery had been discovered and her escape was now or never.

The constant movement of their surroundings did help her for once when the boat lurched to one side and the gun slide her way. She caught it and quickly pointed it at Hans. She was on her knees and tho her hands were steady the rocking of the boat made it difficult to aim at him correctly.

The only thing he did was to stare at her with unblinking eyes.

"I'll shot you if you move." her threat wasn't a hollow one and it surprised him a bit. He thought she would hesitate but she stood her ground. Did she really thought she could escape him? And with the help of his own gun none the less?

'It is a really bad time to try escaping. How are you going to make it back to England?' he calmly, yet slyly asked.

The question caught her off guard and she faltered. This was in fact a hideous timing for her escape, but time was running out and soon they will be reaching Brazil, then Seras chances to escape or be saved would be none.

"I-.. t-that's not something that should worry you!" she cocked the gun threateningly, pointing it directly between his eyes. "Now move aside." she commanded him between clenched teeth.

"Then what? We are in the middle of the ocean. And if you haven't noticed we are trapped in a hurricane." Ignoring her last sentence, Hans noted dryly. "you can't even stand." he pointed it out with a challenging narrow of his eyes. In fact, they were both on their knees, holding onto the railing the hallways had for this kind of situations, trying not to be dragged around.

"Shut up!"

Her action was so sudden and something he genuinely thought she wouldn't do, that he realized only seconds later that she had shot him in the gut three times. His only reaction to the spreading fire he felt in his stomach was to take a sharp breath of air and tightly close his eyes.

Outside, the wind seemed to calm down, but the rain continued to pour down on the boat. Hans could feel the waves becoming less erratic but bigger, it did lessened the movements of the boat but it mean bigger danger, since the boat could be overturned or worse, they could crash into something.

This moment of relative calm in the storm gave Seras the perfect moment to stand up and run away from him. But her escape was halt prematurely when a sudden and all consuming pain in her head stopped her dead in her tracks.

'turn around!'

That voice! Deep and feral, resonating through her mind, forcing her to bend to his command. Her hand around the gun tightened, she tried to fight his mental attack, but it only worsened the pain in her head, to the point where her vision was becoming blurry and blood came out of her nostrils.

"turn around!" his voice sounded restrained but no less menacing. Seras had no other option but to obey, feeling not only the pain in her head but an overwhelming fear clutch at her chest.

She reluctantly turned on her spot. Hans was mid transformation and Seras was amazed to see how the bullets came slowly out of his abdomen, leaving behind a big puddle of blood, flesh and liquid silver.

His eyes were a bright yellow, and even though his face wasn't yet that of a werewolf he growled and bared his sharp canines to her.

Seeing him trying to intimidate her and her current failed attempt to escape him made her blood boil in rage. But there was also the fear she felt and the need to be submissive towards him, after all, he was far older and stronger than her...

She felt torn between two opposite sentiments, one told her to act against him, the other to obey him... at the end her frustration won over. She growled back at him and bared her already overgrown fangs. There was also the smell of his blood mixed with the silver. She wanted to bite him and drink from him , but the strong smell of silver made her skin crawl.

His reaction was immediate. His whole body shook with rage and his growls turned another level of viciousness, white fur grew from every bit of his body and his hands tuned into black claws. The air became heavy and suffocating with his demonstration of power, but Seras didn't back away.

With a snarl she shook the pain away and raised the gun, aiming it directly at his head. She had tried to avoid coming to this, but there was no other option. If she couldn't escape him after this she was sure he was going to kill her.

But before she could pull the trigger or Hans could tackle her, the boat shook violently once again. This time the boat tilted not to the side, but to the front as if sinking or falling from a great height. Seras fell towards the end of the corridor, hitting the back of her head with the knob of a door.

She saw Hans and was surprised to see him unaffected by the unnatural angle of the floor. He was standing effortlessly in the same spot, still glaring at her and completely transformed into a lycanthrope.

She raised the gun once again. In the blink of an eye Hans was already in front of her, his claws buried deep into her raised arm. She pulled the trigger but the bullets did not face him at all, and Seras could see how they fell into the floor, without even piercing his skin.

With his free claw he took her by the neck and shook her. The pistol fell from her bloodied hand and she cried out in pain and fear.

And yet, she wasn't going down without a fight. She trashed around and kicked him several times in the stomach, until Hans smashed her head against the wall, disorienting her only a short moment.

He roughly took her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. He was going to make her feel so much pain for her grave mistake and insolence. He was going to mentally break her... or at least made her feel enough fear to keep her in line until he could get rid of her once they reached Brazil.

It wasn't something he was used to do, in fact, it was an ability he had yet to master. Telepathy or mind control weren't something a werewolf possessed normally. Only powerful and old beings of the night could unlock this power. But since they were deeply connected he could access her mind and do as he pleased, and he was going to take full advantage of this.

The boat once again shook, but none of them were aware of their surroundings anymore. Seras vision slowly faded, the fight left her body. Unbeknownst to her she was being pulled out of the physical realm and into a world of forgotten memories and conflicted feelings: her own mind.

Everything around her faded to black, only a pair of yellow eyes remained. Watching her with an emotion she could not decipher. Was it fury? Sadness? No, those feelings where her own.

That train of thought was forgotten when she no longer could see the eyes and the impenetrable darkness turned into a forest. From the top of the pines to the ground it was covered in thick snow. Everything was too white, too pure... too lonely.

Up ahead was a cabin, covered in snow like everything else , neglected and about to fall apart at any moment. The door of the cabin opened and she could not see beyond the darkness, she tried to walk, but she realized that her feet where stuck. She looked down and realized that the snow reached above her knees; she also noted her legs : small and with hideous scars.

Her head shot up from her contemplation at the scared body she now possessed when she heard screams coming out of the cabin. Almost immediately a figure came out of the door, running. Its was a woman, short blonde hair, fair sky and blue eyes. Seras saw the moment another figure stepped outside the cabin and shot the woman several times. The woman fell , no sound came out of her but she still stirred when the man ran to her and kicked her on the head.

The man knelt behind her and started undoing her long pink skirt...

She recognized that outfit, and said realization made her mad and disgusted.

'Mum's clothes...'

But the dying woman was not her mother. The man finally found what he was looking for and was quick to start using her to relief himself. That's when she realized that the woman being raped was none other than herself. She could feel his hands on her. him inside of her.

She screamed at the top of her lungs for him to stop, a small and high pitched voice that belonged to a child, but not herself. The man didn't even flinch, never stopped, as if he didn't hear the screaming child a few meters away from him.

She insulted and threatened the man, she begged for him to stop, but not once did he acknowledge her. She tried to walk but the snow was like cement, holding her down. She clawed at the snow but her small and deformed hands couldn't even scrape the surface. The feeling of his body didn't go away even when she tried to close her eyes or look somewhere else.

It could have been minutes or hours, she had no idea how long did she stood there crying and screaming for the man to stop. That is, until the man stopped his assault on her dead body but not thanks to her pleas. He looked around the forest, clearly alarmed... but why?

That's when she heard the growl coming from the cabin.

Please give me something to motivate me! or I might wait another year (or was it two?) to finish the next chapter...